User blog comment:Biggren/The Mice of Wintor/@comment-5343292-20120812193756

''Trokkin's small eyes twinkled with greed as he watched the chaos from the bushes, collecting what he could when he was able from the bodies of the fallen but generally just sticking to his cover and enjoying the joy. Ooh,look at all that treasure...Weaponry, trinkets, jewelry, clothing, food, drink, purses-And all of it just hanging off any corpse that falls! Ah, as the old saying goes..."Only once the guards are dead does the thief gain the keys to the larder"...Rubbing his paws together gleefully, he continued on his watch. But soon, something caught his eye-It was one of those fat little mice-What was his name? Freddy? Fairy? No matter. The little grub and all his riches were soon gonna be his, by whatever means necessary. This might just be his chance. Patting the knife at his belt quietly, he waited for the opportunity to arise. That fat Fairy is soon gonna lose his jewelry-And his life. And better yet, if one of the woodlanders sees him do it, he can join them as a hero!'' "Ooh, I love this job..." He hissed under his breath, bass chuckles soon following